Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Chris & Cosey to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.